On the hunt
This was only on my second African hunting safari – I was still climbing a steep learning curve. We were in the Kizigo Hunting Block in Tanzania, and it had been a hard trip to date with rough living. It was Day 10 of our 12-day safari, and I still had a warthog on my wish list. I really wanted to take one – so much so that when I had an opportunity at 8:30 that morning, I rushed a shot on a running warthog and missed.
Now it was game on – I needed to find another one. This was my sole goal for the remaining three days. Luckily, within the next thirty minutes, we had found another worthy warthog. This one was about 100 yards away off to our right. We were driving in a dried riverbed, so the pig was slightly above us up on a ridge. Gamshad had me steady my rifle on the cab of the Land Cruiser for the rising shot. I quickly took aim and shot. I knew theI fired that I had pulled the gun to the right. Sure enough, I hit the warthog in the back leg or foot. It spun around and ran back behind the vehicle and away from us. While I was sure it was not happy about its foot, it could still motor along. Everyone got off the Land Cruiser except our driver, Mushi, and we started what was going to be a very long stalk.
